One Or Two: A Cloud Shadow
A breeze discovered my open book
And began to flutter the leaves to look
For a poem there used to be on Spring.
I tried to tell her “There’s no such thing!”
For whom would a poem on Spring be by?
The breeze disdained to make reply;
And a cloud-shadow crossed her face
For fear I would make her miss the place.
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